.. you suck our black dicks good- with that good head game and we let you go free, no problem. Is that understood?" Mike told me. His gun was pointing...right at my head. What choice did I have?"I hear you. You promise to let me go right?" I asked."We promise. Get on your knees," Mike said, watching me listen to him. He unzipped his jeans and without another word, I felt his flaccid black cock head rested against my lips. Reluctantly, my mouth opened and I took him in- fighting the urge not to. As we touched down, my stomach lept up. I grabbed my bags and went inside the airport. I did not have any other luggage, preferring to pack lightly. I had what I needed, a couple of pairs of clothes and a bikini. I went to the rental cars and saw a Mustang. I nearly jumped for joy. Mustangs were my dream car. I went to the cashier, glad that I had money saved up for this vacation and asked for the Mustang. I filled out the paperwork and paid for it and she handed me the keys. She told me that. It had been quite a tiring day so we didn't dare stop, or we wouldn't have made it out again. That didn't mean I wasn't going to make an effort. I had just the dress for tonight, and I knew Roger would love it.It was a bright blue skin tight mini dress, with even a hint of cleavage. I loved it because it held everything in the perfect place, and showed everything I had. I had a gorgeous pair of heels that matched, but they were too high to walk into town in, so we were going to have to get a. A fleeting thought of refusing you to gain a reaction passes through my mind. But looking at your stormy full-of-need eyes, I relent. I unbuckle my seatbelt, twist sideways and put my hand into your boxers. I moan softly at the feel of your thick hard cock. I wrap my hand around it. It’s so thick. I run my thumb over the crown and feel a drop of precum. I raise my thumb to my mouth, look you in your eyes and taste you. “Fuck you taste good,” I say. The taste of your precum ignites something.